Part Forty-Two.

“What are you doing here?” Beatrice asked, clearly angry that he was there, but Ben was just glad that she had opened the door.

“Making sure that you're getting ready,” he answered indifferently.

“I'm not going if you didn't get that from our latest conversation.”

He walked past her into her apartment, gently brushing her shoulder, and stared at all the bags he had sent her way.

“What the fuck, Ben? You know what? It's even great because you can take all of your property from my apartment.”

“They're all yours, if you didn't get that from our latest conversation too.” Ben turned to face her, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

She couldn't believe that he was still being cocky after making her go through that hell.

“Just get out then, I'll make sure to send them to the trash if you don't want them.” Beatrice fumed.

“Beatrice!” He stopped her in her tracks when she tried to walk past him to her room or something.

“What is it now?”

She was backed up against the wall with hi